Part Four: [url=http://images.travelpod.com/tripwow/photos/ta-00b0-b94c-7c39/london-skyline-at-night-london-united-kingdom+1152_12892552102-tpfil02aw-10697.jpg]Night Work[/url]

London, England
22:45 PM

A few days after Dubai, Ross and Kimberly had made their way back to Britain, the money securely deposited in a Swiss Bank account, and now out of harm's way. It wasn't going to be touched any time soon, to say the least. And right about now, as Ross turned the corner in the dark alley in the London Docklands, the tweaked up, carbon-fiber black 2003 Subaru Impreza roaring, the old-school nature of this vehicle just perfect for what he had in mind. The sight of it was enough to cement what was going down- the construction site had been turned into a small night rave, and there were petrolheads aplenty right here. Ross had planned to meet Kimberly here, and as he pulled off the road, underneath the shell of the steel framed building that was going up, there were cars parked all about, people talking, drinking, generally having a good time. It was mostly out of the way of the residential buildings, in an industrial park of sorts, and the noise and feeling was good. Pulling in, the boxer engine giving a good bark as it spat a little flame, Ross found a spot in the dirt to park up in, between some building equipment. As he remembered well enough, this was a car with 550bhp, and a carbon fiber bodykit that would have suited that of a rallycross car, with a simular power. Anti-Lag, a big turbo, and a reworked engine that meant that it threw out as much power as Ross dared have it, without turning it into a pile of shit. That was the very least of what he had done to it- there was far more that he remembered doing, as he had worked on it personally for day and night a few years ago. But it still had what it took, and on four wheels, in an urban environment, it would put most supercars to shame.

Clambering out, he heard the sound of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6apVJE_opy8]liquid drum and bass[/url] playing, this place basically a warehouse rave now, but with car nuts all over. There were some doing donuts in the construction site, others just simply sitting back and relaxing. But Ross was here because he knew it was time to have some fun. He found Kimberly by her vehicle, as he walked over to her, smirking.
"Hey babe." He said, his Scots accent giving him the distinction between all the yuppies and chavs in their 911s and stupidly riced out 106s, this place looking like it catered for a wide range of people, all with the intention of doing petrolhead things.
"This is fucking mental." Ross added, speaking up over the noise of the music, looking at the speakers and group of young girls and ravers that had assembled, as well as general groups of people that were about. Scantily clad girls, it was almost something out of Fast and Furious, though it felt definitely a lot worse, and a lot less cliched.
"So, you ready for the race they're setting up? I can see you brought some firepower today." Ross added, remarking at the car, the environment truly one that was probably going to get busted within an hour or two, but one that was amazing. The lights and general atmosphere made it clear, that this was a car meet that was far less than legal.